Mother's Day

Mother's Day always starts at least a week before the actual day out here in the country. The children of the humans in the area come and spend several days enjoying the country before having to go back to their city folks. The grand children and great grand children are a joy for me and my horse, The Pretty Boy. Not because we give them horseback rides but just because they like to see us and we like being seen. They come by the fence to pet us and talk to us telling us how very big and very pretty we are. So of course we stay pretty much up in the top end of our horse pasture or out in the middle of the front pasture so they can see us real good and we can get over to the fence pretty fast if they want to see us up close. We have to get to the fence real fast if it is the great grand children because they are small enough to get through the fence and then the bigger humans get all excited about that. Me and my horse would not hurt a baby. We like small children and we hold very still when we see them coming. At first we didn't know it was ok and we might think we should run away but my horse told me that if we just hold real still nothing will happen to make anyone scared. He thinks he is a very smart horse. Sometimes he is. He was trained as a cutting horse you know so he knows some stuff that I don't know but I know stuff he doesn't know so it all evens out.